'Lone Pome

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OFFA KILTER

all I want
’s t' be alone—
‘way from ever
thang n' body

want m' life
t' be m' own —
n' ever day be
like it oughty


[ASIDE: Today I watched for white birds my whole commute to Dallas. I drove fully west, then U-turned over the interstate to take the short eastward return toward my office building. There, as I faced the dawn, a pair of egrets swooped out of the woods and passed low across the road. Two! All the variations seem right to me lately: alone, paired, and in community.]